Short walk.Softly snow falls,quiet, seeing. A flake floats, hovering moment.Changes the wayback, continues to descend. Surfer skimming crystal.Tender power, creation,cutback along the crest. Then on down.Down down downbelow the swell. […]
Pour, water, tamp, mix, tamp…
I think Frost was right. “Something there is that doesn’t love a wall.” Even so….